I Swear It's You. [K2 Fanfiction.]

Chapter Six

Kyle's P.O.V

Standing at the bus stop the next morning, I couldn't help but anticipate Kenny's arrival. I was the first one there today, switching my weight from one foot to the other, blowing into the cold, mountain air.

It was hard to miss him, seeing the bright orange figure come closer until he was close enough that I could make out his smiling face. It was contagious and I found myself smiling back, putting my glove covered hand out for him to grab and he did, pulling me closer to him.

I breathed in his scent, which was smoke and something like dollar store body wash. 

"Hey, Ken," I greeted him softly, brushing my chapped lips over his chin.

"Sup, sweetheart," He said, smiling crookedly and again a smile of my own found its way onto my lips.

"AYE, FAGS. GET A ROOM, YOU FIERCE PUSSIES, "

I ripped away from Kenny, baring my teeth at Cartman as he scoffed. He was such a dick! Does he ever stop?!

"Shut your fucking mouth!!" I screamed, clenching my fists at my side. The anger melted away as a pair of arms slid around my waist, making my drops my arms again.

Warm breath puffed beside my cold ear, and I heard, "You're cute when you're all mad at fat ass,  but you need to calm down, Ky," In a supressed Southern accent, making my breath hitch. I was quickly developing a kink for Kenny's accent.

It was a normal morning. Fat ass was being a dick, Kenny was trying to woo his way into my pants and I was pissed off. But where's Stan?

....

Third period, which was Science, was dragging along. Kenny's desk was on the right side of me. We took the last seats in the rows.

"Psst. Hey, red," I turned my head, which was in my hand, which was bent at the elbow on my desk to sharply glare at Kenny. He called me red!

"What?" I mouthed, looking pissed off. He gave me a crooked smile at the sight of my angry blush and tilted his head toward the door, before raising his hand.

"Yes, Mr. McCormick?" Our teacher pointed at him with the tip of her purple plastic ruler she was using to teach.

"May I be excused to the restroom?" He asked and once given permission, he left, taking his bookbag with him. I bit my lip. He wanted me to go too.

Ten minutes after he left, I raised my hand, aware that it was trembling.

"Broflovski?" She acknowledged and I nodded, asking my question. Thankfully, she let me go and I grabbed my bag, scurrying out of the classroom.

"Took ya long enough," Kenny said once the door was shut and he slung an arm over my shoulders, bringing me to his side.

"I couldn't ask right away!! It'd give us away, asshat!" I told him, turning a nice shade of red.

The blonde beside me just laughed, walking as I fumed beside him. I crossed my arms, looking away from him. We were walking down the hallway and I figured we were going to go outside and to the parking lot so that he could smoke.

Abruptly, I was pinned to the lockers that were beside me not long ago. I looked up, my green eyes wide to see Kenny returning my gaze with his own cerulean eyes. He sealed my lips with his, my lips parting as his top lip slipped between them.

My arms found themselves around his neck, his hands already found a spot tightly holding my hips. His lips came off and reattached themselves to mine several times, filling the empty hallway with wet noises as we kissed.

Then it occurred to me that Stan still wasn't here. I furrowed my eyebrows and opened my eyes.

"Where's Stan?" I ask, pulling away.

"Stan?" The blonde in front of me asks in an annoyed tone. "Why are you thinking about Stan?" He added.

"I'm thinking about a lot of things! And Stan wasn't here today!" I tell him and he growls.

"Stop thinking," He tells me and begins kissing my neck, shutting me up except for a quiet moan that escapes my lips as he bites down on the flesh.

He puts a knee between my legs as he continues to ravish my neck. I moaned again just as the bell rang and students began to enter the hallway, making Kenny have to release me.

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Kenny's P.O.V

"Kenny, hurry, we have to get to the twelfth graders table," Kyle is saying, dragging me through the lunchroom by my sleeve. We're going to ask Shelly where Stan is.

"There she is!" He says and I spot her, her pink leggings standing out amongst the other tall seniors.

"Sup, Shelly," I say, once we get to her, causing her to turn around and scowl.

"What do you want, turds?" She asks, reaching into a bag of fruit snacks.

"Where's Stan?" Kyle asks, looking determined.

"I don't know! Go back to your table!" The brunette replies and Kyle frowns before allowing me to escort him back to the ninth graders table.

I take the seat in front of Cartman, pulling Kyle into my lap and he falls in it with a squeak.

"Kenny," He hisses, turning pink.

"Yes, dear?" I reply and he frowns making me chuckle.

"Ay, where the hell is hippy boy?" Cartman asks as he noisily chews on barbecue chips.

"That's what we were trying to find out." Kyle tells him, shrugging me off when I kiss his neck.

"Kenny, do you need money for a snack?" The ginger in my lap asks and I shake my head, a shit eating grin forming on my face.

"I already have a snack," I tell him and he looks confused.

"Where's it at?" He asks me and my grin grows wider.

"Right here," I say and pinch his butt.

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// This was supposed to be longer, I swear. But I have a sorta long list of one shots to write. The next chapter is when we find out where StannyBoy went! ; D